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There was no marriage, and I hated, oh, how I hated the man. He dined, and then pleaded a political engagement. Her aunt was making herself cuffs out of little slips of insertion under the newly lit lamp. "Your wife?" "His lawful wife," said Ruth, with fine dignity. Do not be a fool, Jacques. Awful shapes seemed to flit by, borne on the wings of the tempest, animating and directing its fury. She recoiled. She saw herself begin a slow, sinuous dance: and stop suddenly in the middle of a figure, conscious that the dance was not impromptu, her own, but native—the same dance she had quitted but a few minutes gone. But you are Annabel. She had been sitting on the bench for two and a half hours, which was uneventful except for the homeless men who begged for change.
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